Dr. Maland was glad he was a long way from the events occurring in Canada. While he would love to observe the giant ultra-yeti in action, he felt much safer observing the creature from a safe distance. He read reports on the internet with great interest.
The internet was full of conflicting stories, so it was difficult to determine what was accurate and what was fictional. Reports of a giant white bear-like creature became wide spread. There were even some reports of this ultra-yeti making it as far south as South Carolina. Certainly, these were fictitious accounts.
The many sites around the internet labeled the young ultra-yeti "Bob the Bumble." It was likely a take on the abominable snowman legend. "Who can say abominable anyway?" asked Dr. Maland to himself. "Al the Abominable Snowman simply would not work..."
One particular website was tracking the sightings of the young monster. The site tracked him from his birthplace at James Bay to the most current and accurate location that they could obtain. The group running the site had to sift through numerous conflicting reports to track the beast. However, it was a very popular site for those interested in the ultra-yeti.
From his own research on the ultra-yeti, he noticed that the beast did not stray too far from a body of water. He never strayed too far from the various reservoirs that dot the province of Quebec. In the creature's general path was the Canadian capital. Certainly, the Canadian government was aware of the creature's movements. They must have some sort of military plan to prevent the creature from destroying Ottawa.
This thought gave Dr. Maland a queasy feeling in his stomach. The thought of the Royal Canadian Air Force sending their F-18s to strike at the young ultra-yeti did not sit well with the professor. After all, the young animal was just trying to survive.
However, this baby was quite capable of doing much property damage. While he was merely a few weeks old, there were many reports that he was 50 meters tall and growing quickly. He could be taller than many building in a short time. If he were to stumble around a city like a bull in a china shop, that alone could do millions of dollars of damage.
The military of the Canadians would certainly strike at Bob before he reached any major cities. They would also likely attack before he reached some of the smaller towns north of Ottawa. He was getting quite close to those towns. "Perhaps they have already attacked," Dr. Maland muttered to himself when his phone rang.
"Hello," the professor said as he put his cell phone to his ear.
"Dr. Maland please," came the voice on the other end of the phone.
"This is Dr. Maland."
"Hello Dr. Maland, it is me Dr. LeFleur."
"Hello Claude I was just thinking about you."
"Oh? Good thoughts I hope John."
"I was looking at Bob's movements."
"That is the name they gave the ultra-yeti -- Bob the Bumble."
"Ech! That's terrible."
"Yeah, but what are you gonna do?"
"True. The reason I called was about your research anyway."
"Yes John. How do the Iapetians ask for help from Iapetus?"
"In the usual way. A priest or priestess will go to their shrine on the beach and beseech Iapetus to come and smite their enemies. Why?"
"Do you think they could get their god to help you?"
"Me? Why do I need help?"
"Do you think Iapetus would come as a favor to you?"
"Claude -- Iapetus is a superstition. This god is nothing more than a storm that has helped the natives out of a few tight spots. He is not a creature."
"Are you sure of that?"
"Come on Dr. LeFleur -- I'm sure I have never seen the monster. I've only heard the stories. They are just like all of the other stories of its kind."
"I wouldn't believe in giant monsters either if I wasn't tracking one."
"While you have a point ..."
"Listen John -- the military has moved me away from the area around the baby. He is getting close to some populated areas and they want to end all of this. That can mean only one thing -- military strikes."
"Well this creature has an extremely tough hide. They won't be able to penetrate it with their conventional weapons. I'm almost sure of it."
"So, how would Iapetus help?"
"I don't know. I'm just grasping at straws. If he gets out of control, they are talking nuclear weapons. I just don't want that type of thing to go on."
"I suppose I could ask, but I don't think it would do any good..."
"It would help your research..."
"It will take me a couple of days. I have classes to teach and papers to grade. I could leave on Friday morning."
"It would make me feel better."
"Okay. I'll talk to you later."
"Good bye Dr. Maland, and thanks."Posted by deg at November 13, 2005 12:46 PM